Page 91 of In Her Blood
“Except,” Lina said a moment later, “maybe in the bedroom … I kind of like when you take charge.” She offered him a flirty smile. “I’d be okay with a reversal in those situations.”
Otto shoved his pants down, unable to look away as Lina shimmied out of her snug-fit denim, and finally said, “I’ll show you a reversal, baby. Crawl back onto that sofa and put your ass in the air.”
She flashed him a grin. “God, it’s so hot when you talk like that,” she said as she settled herself into position. She folded her forearms in front of her shoulders and turned her head outward, her perfect, rounded ass on full display. “Like this?”
Otto groaned and wrapped a tight fist around his throbbing dick. “Da.” He moved up behind her and stroked his handsover her soft skin before using a knee to widen her stance until she was almost precariously balanced on the sofa’s edge. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy,” he said with a groan as he squeezed her unblemished ass.
He heard her take a deep breath, but he didn’t wait for her to reply before bending down and running his tongue the length of her.
She wasn’t prepared for it, and her entire body jumped before her pussy spasmed. A strangled moan escaped her and she attempted to rock backward, chasing his mouth.
Otto lapped up her dribbling arousal, teased her opening with his tongue, then flattened his tongue in a harder stroke along her clit. When her body started to shake and her breathing turned to unsteady gasps, Otto retreated from her delicious pussy and repositioned to kneel behind her. He took hold of her hips and ground against her, coating his length. “You better be ready for me, Lina,” he said with a strained groan. “I don’t think five’ll be enough.”
Lina let out a breathless laugh.
Otto surged into her wet, addictive heat, burying himself fully in a single hard thrust. He curled one arm around her until his fingers settled on her clit, and then he was pounding into her while he tortured the little nub exactly how she liked.
She didn’t even try to muffle her scream, her back arching and her walls clamping down on him.
But he was just getting started.
Chapter thirty
Voronin Bratva
Evelina honestly felt asthough things were finally looking up.
That probably had something to do with the toe-curling orgasm that had pulled her from her dirty dream and the head she’d found shamelessly buried between her thighs. Because yeah, that was the absolute best way to start a day, noquestion.
She couldn’t allow herself to get distracted with those thoughts at the moment, however. Her happiness with Otto was solid, if not still a bit surreal, but it was time to put her game face on. She’d paid attention to her cousins during their visit, and she had noticed that while none of them were carefree in a general sense, each of them put on a slightly altered persona in front of their men. It was a psychological, physiological shift from work-mode to family-mode. She imagined there was an in-between, too, since all three had public day jobs, but regardless, when she’d figured that out, it had inspired her.
She’d thought she needed to simply discover and embody an inner take-charge spirit. And in some ways, she did. The difference she hadn’t distinguished for herself was that she didn’t need to be that newer, stronger woman every moment of every day.
She settled herself comfortably, having chosen the chair Dante had preferred during his stay, and crossed her legs. For the first time, as she pulled in her next breath, that inner image of strength settled into her skin.
Iouri offered her a conspiratorial wink as he set down the cup of coffee he’d insisted on making for her, then shuffled to the side and the island barstool he’d positioned there. He was healing nicely, though the bruises visible on his face and arms were still in the ugly stage, and he insisted he felt fine. More than that, the conversation she and Otto had made sure to have with him barely an hour earlier had reinvigorated the man and Evelina was fairly certain he’d regained a decade of his youth.She’d been a bit nervous to tell him about their engagement, and in hindsight, she had no idea why.
Once that had been handled, he’d veritably jumped at her request to become her advisor in the founding years of the Voronin Bratva—on the condition he was allowed to retire once he had grandkids to spoil.
Evelina reached for the coffee as Otto led the men she’d called for into the sitting room. Without the house to meet at, she’d thought the easiest place for this set of conversations really was the suite. It was plenty large enough. And she had it on very good authority that both Artem and Kirill were itching to be let off medical leave, as if it were some type of punishment.
She met each man’s smile in turn with a smaller one of her own as Otto moved to stand at the arm of her chair. “Thankyou both for coming.” She glanced between them and settled on Kirill, whom she hadn’t spoken to as recently. “How’re your burns healing?” The man had done more than his share on the day of the house fire, trying to save the building and aid the evacuation of staff. He’d gotten a petrified maid out safely, but he himself had come out quite literally aflame.
Kirill grunted. “Significantly better than my pride. Thank you.”
Instead of apologizing for his pain, Evelina said, “Your pride should be swollen. You are the reason that woman made it home to her child; the reason that little boy isn’t the next of us to bury his mother. And some seventy-two hours later, here you are, answering a summons. I want you to know I appreciate that sort of effort.”
He stared at her for a long moment, then cleared his throat roughly and averted his gaze.
She was almost sure his face was redder than when he’d arrived, but she did him the courtesy of not mentioning the fact. Instead, she motioned to the open seating options. “Both of you, please, sit. Did you want some coffee? Iouri made a fresh pot.”
Artem and Kirill chose seats, and Evelina kept a straight face while she patted herself on the back for having previously thought to flip the sofa cushions around, and one more cup of coffee was poured. She had the sense that they recognized the smell of change in the air. She sincerely hoped she hadn’t overestimated their flexibility.
Evelina took one more swallow from her own cup before setting it down and shifted her focus to Artem. “Thank you for emailing over that list.” He’d sent it at five-something in the morning, of course. “I hope you slept.”
He chuckled. “Too much, I assure you.”
No stalling.“I know you were left out of the last rounds of chaos, but I assume you’ve heard some of it?”
